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PUBLISHED    BY    J.    B.    ESSER 

KUTZTOWN,  PA. 


TENTH  EDITION 


KUTZTOWN,  PA. 

JOURNAL  AND  PATRIOT  PRINT 
1893 


i   THERE  IS  BEAUTY  EVERYWHERE. 

There  is  beauty  in  the  skies  at  evening, 
There  is  beauty  in  the  noonday  bright, 

There  is  beauty  in  the  radiant  morning, 
There  is  beauty  in  the  silent  night. 

Beauty,  beauty  ev'rywhere, 
Beauty,  beauty  ev'rywhere. 

There  is  beauty  in  the  rolling  river, 
There  is  beauty  in  the  sparkling  rill, 

There  is  beauty  in  the  lofty  mountain, 
There  is  beauty  in  the  verdant  hill. 

There  is  beauty  in  the  joyous  spring  time, 
There  is  beauty  when  the  bright  leaves  fall, 

There  is  beauty  in  the  storms  of  winter, 
There  is  summer  beauty  more  than  all. 


SHALL  WE  ilEET. 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll  ? 

Where  in  all  the  bright  forever, 
Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  the  soul  ? 

Cho. — Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet, 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river? 
Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll  ? 

Shall  we  meet  in  the  blest  harbor, 
When  our  stormy  voyage  is  o'er? 

Shall  we  meet  and  cast  the  anchor 
By  the  fair  celestial  shore. 


Shall  we  meet  in  yonder  city, 

Where  the  tow'rs  of  crystal  shine? 

Where  the  walls  are  all  of  jasper, 
Built  by  workmanship  divine  ? 

Shall  we  meet  with  Christ  our  Savior, 
When  he  comes  to  claim  his  own  ? 

Shall  we  know  His  blessed  favor, 
And  sit  down  upon  His  throne  ? 

3  SPARKLING  AND  BRIGHT. 

Sparkling  and  bright,  in  its  liquid  light, 

Is  the  water  in  our  glasses  ; 
'Twill  give  you  health,  'Twill  give  you  wealth, 

Ye  lads  and  rosy  lasses  ! 

Cho. — Oh,  then  resign  your  ruby  wine, 

Bach  smiling  son  and  daughter,        [blood 
There's  nothing  so  good  for  the  youthful 
Or  sweet  as  the  sparkling  water. 

Better  than  gold  is  the  water  cold, 
From  the  crystal  fountain  flowing  ; 

A  calm  delight,  both  day  and  night, 
To  happy  homes  bestowing. 

Sorrow  has  fled  from  hearts  that  bled, 
Of  the  weeping  wife  and  mother, 

They  have  given  up  the  poison'd  cup, 
Son,  husband,  daughter,  brother. 


4  THE  LORD'S  PRAYER. 

Our  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  Thy  name, 
May  Thy  Kingdom  all  holy  on  earth  be  the  same : 


O  give  to  us  daily  our  portion  of  bread  ; 
It  is  from  Thv  bounty  that  all  must  be  fed. 


Forgive  our  transgressions  and  teach  us  to  know 
That  hnmble  compassion  that  pardons  each  foe. 

Save  us  from  temptation,  from  weakness  and  sin, 
And  Thine  be  the  glory  forever. 

5  SOFT  MUSIC  IS  STEALING. 

Soft,  soft  music  is  stealing, 
Sweet,  sweet  lingers  the  strain 

Loud,  loud  now  it  is  pealing. 
Waking  the  echoes  again. 
Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes. 

Join,  join  children  of  sadness, 

Send,  send  sorrow  away  ; 
Now,  now  changing  to  gladness 

Warble  a  beautiful  lay. 
Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes. 

Sweet,  sweet,  melody's  numbers, 
Hark  !  Hark  !  gently  they  swell, 

Deep,  deep  waking  from  slumber, 
Thoughts  in  the  bosom  that  dwell. 
Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes. 


OVER  THE  SNOW. 

Over  an  ocean  of  beautiful  snow, 
Merrily  C  !  merrily  O  ! 

Swift  as  a  biro  :.n  its  flight  we  go, 
Merrilv   merrily  O  ! 


CHO. — Merrily,  merrily  O  ! 

Merrily,  merrily  O  ! 
Over  the  snow  swiftly  we  go. 

Merrily,  merrily  O  ! 

Under  the  canopy  gemmed  with  light, 

Merrily  O  !  merrily  O  ! 
Speed  we  away  on  our  pathway  bright, 

Merrily,  merrily  O  ! 

Mingling  our  singing  with  jingling  of  bells, 

Merrily  O  !  merrily  O  ! 
Over  the  valley  our  music  swells, 

Merrily,  merrily  O ! 

LIFE  LET  US  CHERISH. 

Iyife  let  us  cherish, 

While  yet  the  taper  glows. 

And  the  fresh  flow' ret 
Pluck  ere  it  close. 

Why  are  we  fond  of  toil  and  care, 

Why  choose  the  wrangling  thorn  to  wear, 

And  headless  by  the  lily  stray, 
Which  blossoms  on  our  way  ? 

When  clouds  obscure  the  atmosphere, 
And  forked  lightnings  rend  the  air 

The  sun  resumes  his  silver  crest, 
And  smiles  adorn  the  west. 

The  genial  seasons  soon  are  o'er, 
Then  let  us,  ere  we  quit  this  shore, 

Contentment  seek,  it  is  life's  zest, 
The  sunshine  of  the  breast. 


Away  with  every  toil  and  care, 

And  cease  the  wrangling  thorn  to  wear, 
With  manful  hearts  life's  conflict  meet, 

Till  death  sounds  the  retreat. 


NEARER,  MY  GOD,  TO  THEE. 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee, 
E'en  though  a  cross  it  be, 

That  raiseth  me  ; 
Stiill  all  my  song.shall  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

Though  like  a  wanderer, 

Daylight  all  gone ; 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

•  There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given, 
Angels  to  beckon  me 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts, 
Bright  with  Thy  praise, 


Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise, 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 


0  COME,  COME  AWAY. 

O  come,  come  away, 

From  labor  now  reposing, 
Let  busy  care  awhile  forbear, 

O  come,  come  away. 
Come,  come,  our  social  joys  renew, 

And  there  with  trust  and  friendship,  too 
Let  true  hearts  welcome  you, 

O  come,  come  away. 

From  toil  and  from  care, 

On  which  the  day  is  closing, 
The  hour  of  eve  brings  sweet  reprieve, 

O  come,  come  away. 
O  come  where  love  will  smile  on  thee, 

And  round  the  heart  will  gladness  be 
And  time  fly  merrily, 

O  come,  come  away. 

While  sweet  Philomel, 

The  weary  traveler  cheering, 
With  evening  song  her  notes  prolong, 

O  come,  come  away. 
In  answ'ring  song  of  sympathy, 

We'll  sing  in  tuneful  harmony, 
Of  hope,  joy,  liberty, 

O  come,  come  away. 


The  bright  day  is  gone, 

The  moon  and  stars  appearing 
With  silv'ry  light  illume  the  night, 

O  come,  come  away. 
We'll  join  in  grateful  songs  of  praise, 

To  him  who  crowns  our  peaceful  days, 
With  health,  hope,  happiness. 

O  come,  come  away. 


JESUS,  LOVER  OF  MY  SOUL. 

7s,  double. 
Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high. 
Hide  me,  O  !  my  Savior  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past, 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

O  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee, 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring, 
Cover  my  defenceless  head, 

With  the  shadow  ot  Thy  wing. 

Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sins  : 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee  : 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


IO 

[         CHRISTMAS  ALL  YEAR  LONG. 

AIR     "  Auld  Lang  Syne." 

Old  Christmas  came  with  ancient  fame, 

And  all  were  joyful  then  ; 
But  must  we  mope,  or  wait  in  hope, 

Till  Christmas  come  again  ? 

Cho. — The  seasons  call,  both  one  and  all, 
For  glad  and  happy  song  ; 
And  they  who  bring  their  hearts  to  sing, 
Keep  Christmas  all  year  long. 

When  winter  reigns  o'er  hills  and  plains, 

And  wield  his  sceptre  cold, 
His  royal  hand  bestrews  the  land 

With  blessings  never  told. 

When  spring  succeeds  with  brilliant  deeds, 

In  robes  of  verdre  clad, 
With  queenly  voice  she  bids  rejoice, 

And  all  the  world  is  glad. 

In  length  o'f  days  bright  summer  sways, 
With  youth  and  beauty  crown'd, 

At  his  behest  the  earth  is  blest, 
And  hope  and  joy  abound. 

And  autumn  brings  rich  golden  things. 

To  meet  the  want  of  men, 
His  bounty  pour'd,  enough  is  stored 

Till  harvest  comes  again. 

King  Christmas,  too,  will  come  anew, 

And  all  his  blessings  pour  ; 
But  feasting  glee  must  thankful  be 

For  seasons  gone  before. 


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There  is  joy  without  alloy- 
That  comes  at  Christmas  tide  : 

Divinely  giv'n,  it  comes  from  heav'n 
At  any  time  beside. 


12  HOHE,  SWEET  HONE. 

'Mid  pleasure  and  palaces  though  we  may  roam, 
Be  it  ever  so  humble,  there's  no  place  like  home  ; 
A  charm  from  the  skies  seems  to  hallow  us  there, 
Which  seek  thro'  the  world,  is  ne'er  met  with  else- 
where. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet,  home, 

There's  no  place  like  home, 

Oh  !  There's  no  place  like  home. 

I  gaze  on  the  moon  as  I  tread  the  drear  wild, 
And  feel  that  my  mother  now  thinks  of  her  child, 
As  she  looks  on  the  moon  from  her  own  cottage  door, 
Thro'  the  wood-bine  whose  fragrance  shall  cheer 
me  no  more. 

An  exile  from  home,  splendor  dazzles  in  vain, 
Oh,  give  me  my  lowly  thatch'd  cottage  again. 
The  birds  singing  gaily,  that  came  at  my  call, 
Give  me  them,  and  that  peace  of  mind  dearer  than  all. 

13  COLUMBIA. 

Oh,  Columbia,  the  gem  of  the  ocean, 
The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  free, 

The  shrine  of  each  patriot's  devotion, 
A  world  offers  homeage  to  thee, 

Thy  mandates  make  heroes  assemble, 
When  Liberty's  form  stands  in  view  ; 


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Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble, 

When  borne  by  the  red,  white  and  blue. 

When  war  wing'd  its  wide  desolation, 

And  threaten'd  the  land  to  deform, 
The  ark,  then,  of  freedom's  foundation, 

Columbia  rode  safe  thro'  the  storm  ; 
With  her  garlands  of  vict'ry  around  her, 

When  proudly  she  bore  her  brave  crew, 
With  her  flag  proudly  floating  before  her, 

The  boast  of  the  red,  white  and  blue. 

The  star  spangled  banner  bring  hither, 

O'er  Columbia's  true  sons  let  it  wave  ; 
May  the  wreaths  they  have  won  never  wither, 

Nor  its  stars  cease  to  shine  on  the  brave. 
May  the  service  united  ne'er  sever, 

But  they  still  to  their  colors  prove  true, 
The  army  and  navy  forever, 

Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white  and  blue. 


THE  GOLDEN  RULE. 

The  golden  rule,  the  golden  rule, 

Oh  that's  the  law  for  me  ; 
Were  this  the  law  for  all  the  world, 

How  happy  we  should  be. 

The  golden  rule,  the  golden  rule, 

Oh  that's  the  law  for  me, 
To  do  to  others  as  I  would 

That  they  should  do  to  me. 

Were  this  the  rule  in  harmony, 
Our  lives  would  pass  away 

And  none  would  suffer,  none  be  poor, 
And  none  their  trust  betray, 


c.   M. 


13 
NATIONAL  HYMN. 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing  ; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Laud  of  the  pilgrim's  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring. 

My  native  country,  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble  free, 

Thy  name  I  love. 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills, 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 

Like  that  above. 

Let  music  swell  the  breeze 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song. 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake  ; 
Let  all  that  breathes  partake  : 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 

Our  fathers'  God,  to  thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing  ; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light  ; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King  ! 


6s  and  4s. 


THE  LITTLE  BUSY  BEE. 

7s  and  1  is. 
O  the  little  busy  bee, 
In  the  garden  you  may  see 


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Gath'ring  honey  thro'  the  golden  summer  hours, 

He  is  cheery  and  he's  gay, 

And  intent  he  works  away, 
Storing  treasures  from  the  sweetest  blooming  flow'rs. 

Cho. — Working,  working  in  the  sunbeams, 
Gath'ring  honey  all  the  day, 

O  the  little  busy  bee 

Is  the  type  for  you  and  me, 
For  the  winter  he  provides  in  sunny  May. 

When  the  lark  springs  from  the  corn, 

In  the  early  summer  morn, 
And  ascends  on  wings  of  gladness  to  the  sky, 

O  the  little  busy  bee 

To  his  labor  goeth  he, 
You  may  hear  his  merry  song  as  he  goes  by. 

In  the  sultry  glare  of  noon, 

Still  he  sings  his  merry  tune, 
As  he  ranges  thro'  the  depth  of  some  bright  dell, 

If  you  try  to  shut  him  in, 

You  will  hear  a  pretty  din, 
And  may  chance  to  get  an  angry  blow  as  well. 

When  the  slowly  sinking  sun 

Tells  that  day  is  nearly  done, 
Then  the  little  bee  no  more  inclined  to  roam, 

With  his  laden  bag  and  thighs, 

Like  an  earnest  worker  hies, 
To  the  lowly  straw-built  cot  where  is  his  home. 


17  LIGHTLY  ROW. 

Lightly  row  !     Lightly  row  ! 
O'er  the  glassy  waves  we  go  ; 
Smoothly  glide  !     Smoothly  glide 


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On  the  silent  tide. 

Let  the  winds  and  waters  be 

Mingled  with  our  melody, 

Sing  and  float !     Sing  and  float ! 

In  our  little  boat. 

Far  away  !     Far  away  I 
Echo  in  the  rock  at  play, 
Calleth  not !     Calleth  not ! 
To  this  lonely  spot, 
Only  with  the  sea-bird's  note, 
Shall  our  dying  music  float. 
Lightly  row  !     Lightly  row  ! 
Echo's  voice  is  low. 

Lightly. row  !     Lightly  row  ! 
O'er  the  glassy  wraves  we  go. 
Smoothly  glide  !     Smoothly  glide  ! 
On  the  silent  tide. 
Let  the  winds  and  waters  be 
Mingled  with  our  melody  ; 
Sing  and  float !     Sing  and  float  ! 
In  our  little  boat. 


1 8  WEEP  FOR  THE  FALLEN. 

Weep  for  the  fallen  !  hang  your  heads  in  sorrow, 
And  mournfully  sing  the  requiem  sad  and  slow. 
Thousands  have  perished  dy  the  fell  destroyer, 
Oh,  weep  for  youth  and  beauty, 
Oh,  weep  for  youth  and  beauty,      [low  ! 
Oh,  weep  for  youth  and  beauty  in  the  grave  laid 

Voices  of  wailing  tell  of  hopeless  anguish, 

While  sorrowing  mothers  bid  us  onward  go. 
Hark  !  to  their  accents,  they  the  broken-hearted, 
Who  weep  for  youth  and  beauty, 


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*r^$Vho  weep  for  youth  and  beauty,         [low! 
Who  weep  for  youth  aud  beauty  in  the  grave  laid 

Hear  how  they  bid  us  sound  the  tirnely  warning, 
While  yet  there  is  hope  to  shun  the  cup  of  woe, 
For  is  it  nothing,  ye  who  see  no  danger, 
To  weep  for  youth  and  beauty, 
To  weep  for  youth  and  beauty,  [low  ! 

To  weep  for  youth  and  beauty  in  the  grave  laid 

Weep  for  the  fallen  !  but  amid  your  sorrow, 

Forget  not  the  Cross  that  freedom  can  bestow, 
Rescue  the  nation  from  the  fell  destroyer, 
For  why  should  youth  and  beauty, 
For  why  should  youth  and  beauty,     [low  ? 
•For  why  should  youth  and  beauty  in  the  grave  lie 

19  NEVER  SAY  FAIL. 

Keep  working,  'tis  wiser  than  sitting  aside, 

Never,  oh,  never  say  fail ! 
And  dreaming,  and  singing,  and  waiting  the  tide  ; 

Never,  oh,  never  say  fail  ! 
In  life's  earnest  battle  they  only  prevail, 
Who  daily  march  onward  and  never  say  fail  ! 

Never  say  fail !     Never  say  fail  ! 

Never,  oh,  never  say  fail ! 

In  life's  rosy  morning,  in  manhood's  fair  pride, 

Never,  oh,  never  say  fail  ! 
Let  this  be  your  motto  ;  your  footsteps  to  guide, 

Never,  oh,  never  say  fail  ! 
In  storm  and  in  sunshine  whatever  assail, 
Push  onward  and  conquer,  and  never  say  fail  ! 

Never  say  fail !     Never  say  fail  ! 

Never,  oh,  never  say  fail ! 


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20  BEULAH  LAND. 

I've  reached  a  land  of  corn  and  wine, 
And  all  its  riches  freely  mine  ; 
Here  shines  nndimm'd  one  blissful  day, 
For  all  my  night  has  passed  away. 

Cho. — O  Beulah  land,  sweet  Beulah  land, 
As  on  thy  highest  mount  I  stand, 
I  look  away  across  the  sea, 
Where  mansions  are  prepared  for  me, 
And  view  the  shining  glory  shore  ; 
My  heav'n,  my  home  forever  more. 

The  Savior  comes  and  walks  with  me, 
And  sweet  communion  here  have  we  ; 
He  gently  leads  me  by  the  hand, 
For  this  is  heaven's  border  land. 

The  zephyrs  seem  to  float  to  me, 
Sweet  sounds  of  heaven's  melody, 
As  angels  with  the  white-robed  throng 
Join  in  the  sweet  redemption  song. 

21  IF  A  BODY  FINDS  A  LESSON. 

MELODY— uComin>   Through  the  Rye." 
If  a  body  finds  a  lesson 

Rather  hard  and  dry, 
If  nobody  comes  to  'show'  him, 

Need  a  body  cry  ? 
If  he's  little  time  to  study 

Should  he  stop  and  sigh  ?| 
Ere  he  says  '  I  can  not  get  it,' 

Ought  he  not  to  Try;? 

If  a  body  scans  his  lesson 
With  a  steady  eye, 


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AH  its  hardness  he  will  conquer,- 

Conquer  by  and  by. 
Then  how  neatly  he'll  recite  it, 

Face  not  all  awry  ! 
Ne'er  again  he'll  say  '  I  can  not  !■ 

But  will  go  and  Try  ! 


22  THE  KING  AND  HILLER. 

There  dwelt  a  miller,  hale  and  bold, 

Beside  the  river  Dee  ; 
He  work'd  and  sang  from  morn  till  night, 

No  lark  more  blithe  than  he  ; 
And  this  the  burden  of  his  song 

Forever  used  to  be  : 
"  I  envy  no  one — no,  not  I ! 

And  no  one  envies  me  !" 

"  Thou'rt  wrong,  my  friend,"  said  old  king  Hal, 

' '  As  wrong  as  wrong  can  be  ; 
For  could  my  heart  be  light  as  thine, 

I'd  gladly  change  with  thee. 
And  tell  me  now  :  what  makes  thee  sing 

With  voice  so  loud  and  free, 
While  I  am  sad,  though  I'm  a  King, 

Beside  the  river  Dee  !" 

The  miller  smiled  and  doffed  his  cap — 

"  I  earn  my  bread,"  quoth  he, 
"  I  love  my  wife,  I  love  my  friend, 

I  love  my  children  three. 
I  owe  no  one  I  cannot  pay, 

I  thank  the  river  Dee, 
That  turns  the  mill  that  grinds  the  corn 

To  feed  my  babes  and  me. ' ' 


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"  Good  friend,"  said  Hal,  and  sighed  the  while, 

• '  Farewell  and  happy  be  : 
But  say  no  more,  if  thou'dst  be  true, 

That  no  one  envies  thee. 
Thy  mealy  cap  is  worth  my  crown, 

Thy  mill  my. kingdom  fee, 
Such  men  as  thou  are  England's  boast, 

Oh,  miller  of  the  Dee  !" 


23  A  ROSY  CROWN. 

A  rosy  crown  we  twine  for  thee, 

Of  Flora's  richest  treasure, 
We  lead  thee  forth  to  dance  and  glee, 

To  mirth  and  youthful  pleasure. 

Take,  O  take  the  rosy,  the  rosy  crown, 
Take,  O  take  the  rosy,  the  rosy  crown. 

The  myrtle,  thyme,  and  eglantine, 
One  blended  wreath  discloses  ; 

And  bid  their  fragrant  breath  combine 
With  those  emblushing  roses. 

We  bade  the  fairest  flowers  that  grow, 
Their  varied  tribute  render, 

To  shine  above  that  brow  of  snow, 
In  all  their  sunny  splendor. 

Then  deign  to  wear  the  wreath  we  twine, 
Thy  beauteous  ringlets  shading  ; 

And  be  its  charms  a  type  of  thine, 
In  all  except  their  fading. 

24  THE  HOWER'S  SONG. 

When  early  morning's  ruddy  light 
Bids  man  to  labor  go  : 


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We  haste  with  scythes  all  sharp  and  bright 

The  meadow  grass  to  mow, 
We  mowers,  dal  de  ral  day, 

We  cut  the  lilies  and— 

» 

Cho.— Ha  !  ha  !  ha  !  ha  I  ha  !  ha  ! 

Hey,  dey,  dey,  yes,  hey,  dey,  day, 
We  cut  the  lilies  and  hay. 

The  cheerful  lark  sings  sweet  and  clear, 

The  blackbird  chirps  away, 
And  all  is  lively,  sprightly  here 

Like  merry,  merry  May. 
We  mowers,  dal  de  ral  day, 

We  roll  the  swath  of  green  — 

Cho.— Ha  !  ha  !  ha  !  ha  !  ha  !  ha  ! 

Hey,  dey,  de}',  yes,  hey,  dey,  day, 
We  roll  the  swath  of  green  hay. 

The  maidens  come  in  gladsome  train, 

And  skip  along  their  way, 
Rejoiced  to  tread  the  grassy  plain, 

And  toss  the  new-mown  ha}7, 
The  maidens,  dal  de  ral  day, 

They  rake  the  lilies— 

Cho.— Ha  !  ha  !  ha  !  ha  !  ha  !  ha  ! 

.Hey,  de}-,  dey,  yes,  hey,  dey,  day, 
They  rake  the  lilies  and  hay. 

ALL  HAIL  THE  POWER  OF  JESUS' 

NAHE. 

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All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall, 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 


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Sinners,  wnose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 

Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

Let  ev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tribe, 

On  this  terrestial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 


36  TWILIGHT  IS  FALLING. 

Twilight  is  stealing  over  the  sea, 
Shadows  are  falling  dark  on  the  lea: 
Borne  on  the  night  winds  voices  of  yore 
Come  from  the  far-off  shore. 

Cho. — Far  away  beyond  the  star-lit  skies, 

Where  the  love-light  never,  never  dies, 
Gleam eth  a  mansion  fill 'd  'with  delight, 
Sweet,  happy  home  so  bright. 

Voices  of  lov'd  ones  !  songs  of  the  past  ! 
Still  linger  round  me,  while  life  shall  lasi, 
Lonely  I  wander,  sadly  I  roam, 
Seeking  that  far-off  home. 

Come  in  the  twilight,  come,  come  to  me  ! 
Bringing  some  message  over  the  sea, 
Cheering  my  pathway  while  here  I  roam, 
Seeking  that  far-off  home. 


27  AWAY  TO  SCHOOL. 

Our  youthful  hearts  for  learning  burn, 

Away,  away  to  school  : 
To  science  now  our  steps  we  turn  ; 


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Away,  away  to  school. 
We  turn  from  home  and  all  its  charms, 
And  leave  our  parents'  loving  arms  ; 

Away  to  school,  away  to  school, 

Away,  away  to  school. 

Behold  !  a  happy  band  appears  : 

Away,  away  to  school. 
The  shout  of  joy  now  fills  dur  ears  : 

Away,  away  to  school. 
Our  voices  ring  in  music  sweet, 
When  with  our  friends  in  school  we  meet, 

Away  to  school,  away  to  school, 

Away,  away  to  school. 

No  more  we  roam  in  idle  play, 

Away,  away  to  school. 
In  study  now  we  spend  the  day  ! 

Away,  away  to  school. 
United  in  a  peaceful  band 
We're  join'd  in  heart,  we're  join'd  iu  hand, 

Away  to  school,  away  to  school, 

Away,  away  to  school. 


8  THE  MILLER'S  DAUGHTER. 

|| :  Down  the  stream  so  cheerily 
Beside  the  mill  we  row, 
Where  the  echoes  merrily 

Their  playful  chorus  throw  ;  :|| 

Cho. — Tra  la  la  la,  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la 
Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la 
To  the  pretty  Natalie     » 

A  passing  draught  we  fill, 
Sweetly  singing  there, 

Where  tic-tac,  tic-tac  goes  the  mill, 


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Tic-tac  tic-tac  goes  the  mill,. 
Tic-tac  goes  the  mill. 

When  we  call,  oh,  rapidly 

She  answers  us  again, 
And  stops  the  wheel  right  steadily, 

To  hear  our  homeward  strain. 

Parting,  then,  regretfully, 
We  turn  the  dark'uing  hill, 

With  "  Pretty  maid,  adieu," 
And  tic-tac,  tic-tac  goes  the  mill. 


29      COHE,  CHEERFUL  COMPANIONS. 

Come,  cheerful  companions,  unite  in  our  song, 

Here's  to  the  friends  we  love  ! 
May  bountiful  Heaven'their  sweet  lives  prolong  ! 

Here's  to  the  friends  we  love  ! 

Chorus. 

Oh,  sympathy  deepens  whenever  we  sing  ; 
Friendship's  the  mystical  word  in  our  ring  ; 

Here's  to  our  friends  ! 

Here's  to  our  friends  ! 

Here's  to  the  friends  we  love  ! 

And  first,  the  dear  parents  who  watch  o'er  our  youth, 

They  are  the  friends  we  love  ! 
And  next  are  the  teachers  who  tell  us  of  truth, 

They  are  the  friends  we  love  ! 

Next,  think  of  the  absent  to  all  us  dear, 

They  are  the  friends  we  love  ! 
Oh,  would  they  were  with  us,  we  would  they  were 

They  are  the  friends  we  love  !  [here  ! 


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And  here's  to  the  good,  and  the  wise,  and  the  true, 

They  are  the  friends  we  love  ! 
Their  beautiful  lives  are  for  me  and  for  you, 

They  are  the  friends  we  love  ! 


ROSE  OF  ALLANDALE. 

The  morn  was  fair,  the  skies  were  clear, 

No  breath  came  o'er  the  sea, 
When  Mary  left  her  highland  cot, 

And  wander'd  forth  with  me. 
The  flowers  deck'd  the  mountain  side, 

And  fragrance  fill'd  the  vale. 
By  far  the  sweetest  flower  there 

The  rose  of  Allandale. 

Cho. — 'Twas  the  rose  ot  Allandale, 
'Twas  the  rose  of  Allandale. 

Where'er  I  wander'd,  east  or  west, 

Tho'  fate  began  to  lower, 
A  solace  still  was  she  to  me, 

In  sorrow's  lonely  hour  ; 
When  tempests  lash'd  our  gallant  bark, 

And  rent  her  shivering  sail, 
One  maiden  form  withstood  the  storm, 

'Twas  the  rose  of  Allandale. 

And  when  my  fever'd  lips  were  parch'd 

On  burning  Afric's  sand, 
She  whisper' d  notes  of  happiness, 

And  tales  of  distant  land  : 
My  life  had  been  a  wilderness, 

Unblest  by  fortune's  gale, 
Had  fate  not  link'd  my  lot.  to  hers, 

The  rose  of  Allandale. 


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31         WAKE,  WAKE  THE  MORNING. 

IO,    II,    II,    II. 

Wake,  wake  the  morning,  bright  the  golden  ray  ! 
All  our  hearts  rejoicing  hail  the  newborn  day. 
Come,  O  Lord,  our  Savior,  bless  our  youthful  band, 
Grant  us  heavenly  favor  ;  guard  us  with  Thy  hand. 

Wake,  wake  the  morning  ;  happy,  happy  day, 
All  our  hearts  and  voices  grateful  homage  pay. 
May  the  King  of  Glory  from  his  throne  above, 
Shed  his  gentle  spirit,  fill  our  hearts  with  love. 

Wake,  wake  the  morning,  joyful  tidings  bear  ; 
Children's  hearts  and  voices  blend  in  grateful  pray'r. 
Come,  O  Lord,  our  Savior,  make  us  all  thine  Own 
Like  the  pure,  sweet  angels  dwelling  round  thy 
throne. 


32       THE  SILENTLY  FALLING  SNOW. 

In  flakes  of  a  feathery  white, 

'Tis  falling  so  gently  and  slow  ; 
Oh,  pleasant  to  me  is  the  sight, 
When  silently  falling  the  snow  ; 

Snow,  snow,  snow, 
When  silently  falling  the  snow  ; 

Snow,  snow,  snow, 
When  silently  falling  the  snow. 

The  earth  is  all  covered  to-day j] 
With  mantle  of  radiant  snow. 

It  sparkles  and  shines  in  the  ray 
In  crystals  of  glittering  snow ; 

|| Snow,  snow,  snow, 
In  crystals  of  glittering  snow.|| 

Oh,  happy  the  snow-birds  I  see, 
While  hopping  and  flitting  they  go ! 


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They  tell  of  a  lesson  to  me, 

While  feeding  in  beautiful  snow, 

|| Snow,  snow,  snow, 
While  feeding  in  beautiful  snow.|| 

How  spotless  it  seems  and  how  pure, 
I  would  that  my  spirit  were  so  ! 

Then,  long  as  my  soul  shall  endure, 
More  brightly  I'd  shine  than  the  snow. 

||  Snow,  snow,  snow, 
More  brightly  I'd  shine  than  the  snow. 

But  soon  with  the  breath  of  the  spring, 
Down  streamlets  and  rivers  'twill  flow, 

The  seasons  of  summer  will  bring 
Bright  flowers  of  silvery  snow, 

||  Snow,  snow,  snow, 
Bright  flowers  of  silvery  snow.|| 


33  BONNIE  DOON. 

Ye  banks  and  braes  of  bonnie  Doon, 

How  can  ye  bloom  sae  fresh  and  fair, 
How  can  ye  sing,  ye  little  birds, 

And  I  sae  weary  full  of  care  ? 
You'll  break  my  heart,  ye  little  bird, 

That  wanton  through  the  flowring  thorn, 
Ye  mind  me  of  departed  joys, 

Departed,  never  to  return. 

Oft  have  I  strayed  by  bonnie  Doon, 
To  see  the  rose  and  woodbine  twine  ; 

Where  ilka  bird  sang  of  his  love, 
And  fondly  sae  did  I  o'  mine, 

With  lightsome  heart  I  pulled  a  rose, 
Full  sweet  upon  its  thorny  tree, 


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But  my  false  lover  stole  the  rose, 
And  left  the  thorn  behind  to  me. 

34  AriERICA. 

God  bless  our  native  land  ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night  ; 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave, 
Do  thou  our  country  save 

By  thy  great  might ! 

For  her  our  pray'rs  shall  rise 
To  God  above  the  skies, 

On  him  we  wait. 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  save  the  state  ! 

LITTLETHINGS. 

Little  drops  of  water, 
Little  grains  of  sand, 

Make  the  mighty  ocean 
And  the  beauteous  land. 

And  the  little  moments, 
Humble  '  hough  they  be, 

Make  the  mighty  ages, 
Of  eternity. 

So  our  little  errors, 
Lead  the  soul  away, 

From  the  path  of  virtue,    • 
Oft  in  sin  to  stray. 


6s  and  4s. 


6s  and  5s. 


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Little  deeds  of  kindness, 

Little  words  of  love, 
Make  our  earth  an  Eden 

Like  the  Heaven  above. 

Little  seeds  of  mercy, 
Sown  by  youthful  hands, 

Grow  to  bless  the  nations 
Far  in  heathen  lands. 

36    FOLLOW  HE  FULL  OF  GLEE. 

Children  go,  to  and  fro, 
In  a  merry,  pretty  row, 
Footsteps  light,  faces  bright, 
'Tis  a  happy,  happy  sight. 
Swiftly  turning  round  and  round, 
Do  not  look  upon  the  ground  ; 
Follow  me,  full  of  glee, 
Singing  merrily, 

Cho. — Singing  merrily,  merrily,  merrily, 
Sing  merrily,  merrily,  merrily, 
Follow  me,  full  of  glee, 
Singing  merrily. 

Birds  are  frae,  so  are  we, 
And  we  live  as  happily  ; 
Work  we  do,  study  too, 
Learning  daily  something  new, 
Then  we  laugh  and  dance  and  sing, 
Gay  as  birds  or  anything, 
Follow  me,  full  of  glee, 
Singing  merrily. 

Work  is  done,  play's  begun, 
Now  'we  have  our  laugh  and  fun  ; 


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Happy  days,  pretty  days, 
And  no  naughty,  naughty  ways, 
Holding  fast  each  other's  hand, 
We're  a  happy,  cheerful  band, 
F  >116w  me,  full  of  glee, 
Singing  merrily. 


37  AULD  LANG  SYNE. 

Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 
And  never  brought  to  mind  ? 

Should  ^vild  acquaintance  be  forgot, 
And  days  of  auld  lang  syne  ? 

Cho. — For  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear, 
For  auld  laug  syne  ; 
We'll  tak'  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet, 
For  auld  lang  syne. 

We  twa  ha'e  run  aboot  the  braes, 

And  pu'd  the  gowaus  fine  ; 
But  we've  wandered  many  a,  weary  foot 

Sin'  auld  lang  syne. 

We  twa  ha'e  sporten  i'  the  burn 

Frae  mornin'  sun  till  dine, 
But  seas  between  us  braid  ha'e  roared, 

Sin'  auld  lang  syne. 

And  here's  a  hand,  my  trusty  frien', 

And  gie's  a  hand  o' thine, 
We'll  tak'  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet, 

For  auld  lang  syne. 

38  TWINKLE,  TWINKLE,  LITTLE  STAR. 

Twinkle,  twinkle,  little  star, 
How  I  wonder  what  you  are, 


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TJp  above  the  world  so  high, 
Like  a  diamond  in  the  sky. 

Cho. — Twinkle,  twinkle,  little  star, 
How  I  wonder  what  you  are. 

When  the  blazing  sun  is  gone, 
When  he  nothing  shines  upon, 

Then  you  show  your  little  light, 
Twinkle,  twinkle  all  the  night. 

Then  the  trav'ller  in  the  dark 
Thanks  you  for  your  tiny  sparks  ; 

He  could  not  see  which  way  to  go, 
If  you  would  not  twinkle  so. 

In  the  dark  blue  sky  you  keep, 

While  you  through  my  window  peep, 

And  you  nevsr  shut  your  eye, 
Till  the  sun  is  in  the  sky. 

39  HOME,  CAN  I  FORGET  THEE. 

Home,  home,  can  I  forget  Thee, 

Dear,  dear,  dearly  loved  home. 
No,  no,  still  I  regret  thee, 

Tho'  I  may  far  from  thee  roam. 

Home,  home,  home,  home, 

Dearest  and  happiest  home, 

Home,  home,  why  did  I  leave  thee  ? 

Dear,  dear  friends,  do  not  mourn. 
Home,  home,  once  more  receive  me, 

Quick  to  thee  I'll  return. 


40  HAPPY  LAND. 

There  is  a  happy  land, 
Far,  far  away, 


6s  and  4s 


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Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  ; 
Oh,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Savior  King, 
Loud  let  His  praises  ring, 

Praise,  praise  for  aye  ! 

Bright  in  that  happy  land, 

Beams  ev'ry  eye  ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
Oh,  then  to  glory  run  : 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won, 
And  bright  above  the  sun, 

We'll  reign  for  aye  ! 

Come  to  that  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away, 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand, 

Why  still  delay? 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be, 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  Thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye  ! 

DECK  THE  HALL. 

Deck  the  hall  with  boughs  of  holly, 

Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la. 
'Tis  the  season  to  be  jolly, 

Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la, 
Don  we  now  our  gay  apparel, 
Troll  the  ancient  Christmas  carol, 

Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la. 

See  the  blazing  yule  before  us, 
Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la. 


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Strike  the  harp  and  join  the  chorus, 

Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la, 
Follow  me  in  merry  measure, 
While  I  tell  of  Christmas  treasure, 

Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la. 

Fast  away  the  old  year  passes, 

Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la, 
Hail  the  new,  ye  lads  and  lasses, 

Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la. 
Sing  we  joyous  all  together, 
Heedless  of  the  wind  and  weather, 

Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  Is. 


42       MOUNTAIN  MAID'S  INVITATION. 

Come,  come,  come, 

O'er  the  hills  free  from  care, 
In  my  home  true  pleasures  share, 

Blossoms  sweet,  flowers  most  rare, 
Come  where  joys  are  found. 

Here  the  sparkling  dews  of  morn, 
Tree  and  shrub  with  gems  adorn, 

Jewels  bright,  gaily  worn, 
Beauty  all  around. 

Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la, 
Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la, 

Jewels  bright,  gaily  worn, 
Beauty  all  around. 

Come,  come,  come, 

Not  a  sigh,  not  a  tear, 
F/er  if  found  in  sadness  here, 

Music  soft  breathing  near, 
Charms  away  each  care. 

Birds  in  joyous  hours  among 


Hilll  and  dale  with  grateful  song, 
Dearest  strains  here  prolong, 

Vocal  all  the  air, 
Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la 

Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la, 

Dearest  strains  here  prolong, 

Vocal  all  the  air. 

Come,  come,  come, 

When  the  day  's  gently  gone, 
Evening  shadows  coming  on, 

Then  by  love  kindly  won, 
Truest  bliss  be  thine. 

Ne'er  was  found  a  bliss  so  pure, 
Never  joys  so  long  endure, 

Who  would  not  love  secure  ? 
Who  would  joys  decline  ? 

Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la 
Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la, 

Who  would  not  love  secure  ? 
Who  would  joys  decline  ? 

13  HOBBY=HORSE. 

Hop,  hop,  hop  !  nimble  as  a  top, 

Where  'tis  smooth  and  where  'tis  stony, 
Trudge  along  my  little  pony, 

Hop,  hop,  hop,  hop,  hop  !  nimble  as  a  top, 

Whoa,  whoa,  whoa  !  how  like  fun  you  go  ! 
Very  well,  my  little  pony, 
Safe's  our  jaunt  tho'  rough  and  stony, 

Spare,  spare,  spare,  spare,  spare  !  sure  enough 
we're  there. 

Here,  here,  here  !  yes,  my  pony  dear  : 
Now  with  oats  and  hay  I'll  treat  you  I 

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And  with  smiles  will  ever  greet  you, 
Pony,  pony  dear !  yes  my  pony  dear. 

44  FLOW  GENTLY,  SWEET  AFTON. 

Flow  gently,  sweet  Afton,  among  thy  green  braes. 
Flow  gently,  I'll  sing  thee  a  song  in  thy  praise, 
My  Mary's  asleep  by  thy  murmuring  stream, 
Flow  gently,  sweet  Afton,  disturb  not  her  dream. 
Thou  stock  dove,  whose  echo  resounds  from  the  hil 
Ye  wild  whistling  black-birds  in  your  thorny  dell, 
Thou  greencrested  lapwing,  thy  screaming  forbea 
I  charge  you,  disturb  not  my  slumbering  fair. 

How  lofty,  sweet  Afton,  thy  neighboring  hill, 
Far  marked  with  the  courses  of  clear  winding  rills 
There  daily  I  wander  as  morn  rises  high, 
My  flocks  and  my  Mary's  sweet  cot  in  my  eye. 
How  pleasant  thy  banks  and  green  valleys  below, 
Where  wild  in  the  woodlands  the  primrose  blow  ! 
There  oft,  as  mild  evening  creeps  over  the  lea, 
The  sweet  scented  birk  shades  my  Mary  and  me. 

Thy  crystal  stream,  Afton,  how  lovely  it  glides 
And  winds  by  the  cot  where  my  Mary  resides  ! 
How  wanton  thy  waters  her  snowy  feet  lave, 
As  ga^h'ring  sweet  flowrets,  she  stems  thy  clear  wav 
Flow  gently,  sweet  afton,  among  thy  green  braes, 
Flow  gently,  sweet  river,  the  theme  of  my  lays  : 
My  Mary's  asleep  by  thy  murmuring  stream, 
Flow  gently,  sweet  Afton,  disturb  not  her  dream. 

45  UPIDEE. 

The  shades  of  night  were  falling  fast, 
Tra  la  la,  Tra  la  la, 


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As  through  a  mountain  village  passed, 

Tra  la  la  la  la, 
A  youth  who  bore,  'mid  snow  and  ice, 

A  banner  with  the  strange  device: 

Cho. — Upideei,  deei,  da,  Upidee,  Upida, 
Upideei,  deei  da,  Upideeida  ! 

His  brow  was  sad  ;  his  eye  beneath, 

Tra  la  la,  Tra  la  la, 
Flashed  like  a  falchion  from  his  sheath, 

Tra  la  la  la  la, 
And  like  a  silver  clarion  rung 

The  accents  of  that  unknown  tongue. 

"  O  stay,"  the  maiden  said,  ''and  rest, 

Tra  la  la,  Tra  la  la, 
Thy  weary  head  upon  my  breast !" 

Tra  la  la  la  la. 
A  tear  stood  in  his  bright  blue  eye, 

But  still  he  answered  with  a  sigh. 

MILL  MAY. 

'he  strawberries  grow  in  the  mowing,  Mill  May, 

And  the  bobolink  sings  on  the  tree  ; 
)n  the  knolls  the  red  clover  is  growing,  Mill  May, 

Then  come  to  the  meadow  with  me. 

Chorus. 
fe&j  come,  the  ripe  clusters  among  the  thick  grass, 

We'll  pick  in  the  mowing,  Mill  May,  Mill  May. 
Hid  the  long  afternoon  together  we'll  pass, 

When  the  clover  is  growing,  Mill  May,  Mill  May, 
Vhen  the  clover  is  growing,  Mill  May. 

"ome,  come,  ere  the  season  is  over  Mill  May, 
To  the  fields  where  the  strawberries  grow  : 


While  the  thick  growing  stems  and  the  clover,  Mil] 
Shall  meet  us  wherever  we  go.  [May, 

The  sun  slanting  under  your  bonnet,  Mill  May, 
Will  soon  bring  a  soft  glow  to  your  face, 

And  your  lip — the  strawberries  leave  on  it,  Mill  May 
A  tint  that  the  sea  shell  would  grace. 

47  PADDLE  YOUR  OWN  CANOE. 

I've  traveled  about  a  bit  in  my  time, 

And  of  troubles  I've  seen  a  few  : 
But  found  it  better  in  every  clime, 

To  paddle  my  own  canoe. 
My  wants  they  are  small,  I  care  not  at  all, 

If  my  debts  are  paid  when  due, 
I  drive  away  strife  in  the  ocean  of  life, 

When  I  paddle  my  own  canoe. 

Cho.— Then  love  your  neighbor  as  yourself, 

As  the  world  you  go  traveling  through, 
And  never  sit  dowu  with  a  tear  or  a  frown, 
But  paddle  your  own  canoe. 

It's  all  very  well  to  depend  on  a  friend, 

That  is,  if  you've  proved  him  true, 
But  you'll  find  it  better  by  far  in  the  end, 

To  paddle  your  own  canoe. 
To  borrow  is  dearer  by  far  than  to  buy, 

A  maxim,  though  old,  still  true, 
You  never  will  sigh  if  you  only  will  try 

To  paddle  your  own  canoe. 

If  a  hurricane  rise  in  the  midday  skies, 

And  the  sun  be  lost  to  view, 
Move  steadily  by  with  a  steadfast  eye, 

And  paddle  your  own  canoe. 


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The  daisies  that  grow  in  the  bright,  green  fields 

Are  blooming  full  sweet  for  you, 
vSo  never  sit  down  with  a  tear  or  a  frown, 

But  paddle  your  own  canoe. 


(8  TRAMP,  TRAMP,  TRAMP. 

n  the  prison  cell  I  sit,  thinking,  mother,  dear,  of 
you, 
And  our  bright  and  happy  home  so  far  away, 
Vnd  the  tears  they  fill  my  eyes,  spite  of  all  that  I 
can  do, 
Tho'  I  try  to  cheer  my  comrades  and  be  gay. 

Chorus. 

Tramp,  tramp,  tramp,  the  boys  are  marching, 

Cheer  up  comrades,  they  will  come, 
Lnd  beneath  the  starry  flag  we  shall  breathe  the 
air  again, 

Of  our  free  land  in  our  own  beloved  home. 

n  the  battle  front  we  stood  when  their   fiercest 
charge  they  made 
And  they  swept  us  of  a  hundred  men  or  more  ; 
3ut  before  we  reached  their  lines,  they  were  beaten 
back  dismay 'd 
And  we  heard  the  cry  of  victory  o'er  and  o'er. 

so  within  the  prison  cell  we  are  waiting  for  the  day 
That  shall  come  to  open  wide  the  iron  door, 

\.nd   the  hollow  eye  grows  bright,   and  the  poor 
heart  almost  gay, 
As  we  think  of  seeing  home  and  friends  once  more. 


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i  WHEN  THE  GREEN  LEAVES. 

When  the  green  leaves  come  again,  my  love, 
When  the  green  leaves  come  again, 

Why  put  on  a  dark  and  cloudy  face, 
When  the  green  leaves,  when  the  green  leave 

When  the  green  leaves  come  again. 

Ah  !  this  spring  will  still  be  like  the  last, 

Of  its  promise  false  and  vain, 
And  the  summer  die  in  winter's  arms, 

Ere  the  green  leaves  come  again. 

So  the"seasons  pass,  and  so  our  lives, 

Yet  I  never  will  complain  ; 
But  I  sigh,  while  yet  I  know  not  why — 

When  the  green  leaves  come  again. 

Nay,  lift  up  your  thankful  eyes,  my  love  ! 

Thinking  less  of  grief  and  pain, 
For  as  long  as  hill  and  vale  shall  last, 

Will  the  green  leaves  come  again. 

Sure  as  earth  lives  under  winter's  snow, 

Sure  as  love  lives  under  pain, — 
It  is  good  to  sing  with  everything, 

When  the  green  leaves  come  again. 


50  OLD  FOLKS  AT  HOME. 

Way  down  upon  the  Swanee  liver, 

Far,  far  away, 
There's  where  my  heart  is  turning  ever, 

There's  where  the  old  folks  stay. 
All  up  and  down  the  whole  creation, 

Sadly  I  roam, 
Still  longing  for  the  old  plantation, 

And  the  old  folks  at  home. 


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Cho. — All  the  world  is  sad  and  dreary, 
Bv'ry where  I  roam, 
Oh,  darkies,  how  my  heart  grows  weary, 
Far  from  the  old  folks  at  home. 

One  little  hut  among  the  bushes, 

One  that  I  love,  . 
Still  sadly  over  my  mem'ry  rushes, 

No  matter  where  I  rove  ; 
When  will  I  see  the  bees  a-humming, 

All  round  the  comb  ? 
When  shall  I  hear  the  banjo  thuming, 

Down  in  my  good  old  home  ? 

All  round  the  little  farm  I  wandered, 

When  I  was  young, 
Then  my  happy  days  I  sqnandered, 

Many  the  songs  I  sung. 
When  I  wras  playing  with  my  brother, 

Happy  was  I, 
Oh,  take  me  back  to  my  kind'mother,       ? 

There  let  me  live  and  die. 


BATTLE  HYMN  OF  THE  REPUBLIC 

ine  eyes  have  seen  the  glory  of  the  coming  of  the 
Lord  ; 
is  trampling  out  the  vintage  where  the  grapes  of 

wrath  are  stored  ; 
hath  loosed  the  fateful  lightning  of  his  terrible 
swift  sword, 
His  truth  is  marching  on. 

Cho.— Glory  !  glory  hallelujah  ! 
His  truth  is  marching  on. 

lave  seen  Him  in  the  watch-fires  of  a  hundred  cir- 
cling camps, 


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They  have  builded  Him  an  altar  in  the  evenir 

dews  and  damps, 
I  can  read  His  righteous  sentence  m  the  dim  ar 

flaring  lamps, 
His  day  is  marching  on. 

I  have  read  a  fiery  gospel  writ  in  burnished  rows 
steel,  . 

As  ye  deal  with  my  contemners,  so  with  you  xj 
grace  shall  deal. 

Let  the  Hero  born  of  woman  crush  the  serpent  wi 
his  heel, 
Since  God  is  marching  on. 

He  has  sounded  forth  the  trumpet  that  shall  ne\ 

call  retreat, 
He  is  sifting  out  the  hearts  of  men  before  His  juc 

ment  seat ;  .  , 

Oh,  be  swift,  my  soul,  to  answer  Him  !  be  jubih 

my  feet ! 
Our  God  is  marching  on. 

52  SWEET  HOUR  OF  PRAYER. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer 

That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
Ank  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne 

Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known. 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief 

My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare 

By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  praye: 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 

To  Him,  whose  truth  and  faithfulness, 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless. 


And  since  He  bids  me  seek  His  face, 
Believe  His  word  and  trust  His  grace, 

I'll  cast  to  Him  my  every  care, 

And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  ! 

May  I  thy  consolation  share  :    . 
Till  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 

I  view  my  home  and  take  my  flight. 
This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop  and  rise 

To  seize  the  everlasting  prize 
And  shout  while  passing  through  the  air, 

Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 


SWINGING. 

Oh  the  sports  of  childhood  ! 

Roaming  through  the  wildwood, 
Running  o'er  the  meadows,  happy  and  free, 

But  my  heart's  a-beating, 

For  the  old  time  greeting, 
Swinging  'neath  the  old  apple-tree. 

30. — Swinging,  swinging,  swinging,  swinging, 

Ivulling  care  to  rest  'neath  the  old  apple- 
tree. 
Swinging,  swinging,  swinging,  swinging, 
Swinging  'neath  the  the  old  apple-tree. 

Swaying  in  the  sunbeams, 

Floating  in  the  shadow, 
Sailing  on  the  breezes,  happy  and  free  ; 

Chasing  all  our  sadness, 

Shouting  in  our  gladness, 
Swinging  'neath  the  old  apple-tree. 

Oh,  the  sports  of  childhood  ! 
Roaming  thro'  the  wildwood, 


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Swinging  o'er  the  meadow,  happy  and  free, 

How  my  heart's  a-beating, 

Thinking  of  the  greeting, 
Swinging  'neath  the  old  apple-tree. 

54  JUST  BEFORE  THE  BATTLE,  HOTHER. 

Just  before  the  battle,  mother, 

I  am  thinking  most  of  you, 
While  upon  the  field  we're  watching, 

With  the  enemy  in  view — 
Comrades  brave  around  me  lying, 

Filled  with  thoughts  of  home  and  God, 
For  well  we  know  that  on  the  morrow, 

Some  will  sleep  beneath  the  sod. 

Cho. — Farewell,  mother,  you  may  never 
Press  me  to  your  heart  again, 
But  oh,  you'll  not  forget  me,  mother, 
If  I'm  numbered  with  the  slain. 

Oh,  I  long  to  see  you,  mother, 

And  the  loving  ones  at  home, 
But  I'll  never  leave  our  banner, 

Till  in  honor  I  can- come. 
Tell  the  traitors  all  around  you, 

That  their  cruel  words  we  know, 
In  ev'ry  battle  kill  our  soldiers, 

By  the  help  they  give  the  foe. 

Hark  !  I  hear  the  bugles  sounding, 

'Tis  the  signal  for  the  fight. 
Now,  may  God  protect  us,  mother, 

As  he  ever  does  the  right. 
Hear  the  ' '  Battle  Cry  of  Freedom, ' ' 

How  it  swells  upon  the  air, 
Oh,  yes,  we'll  rally  round  the  standard, 

Or  we'll  perish  nobly  there. 


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55  GOOD-BYE. 

Fare  veil,  farewell  is  a  lonely  sound 

And  always  brings  a  sigh, 
But  give  to  me,  when  loved  ones  part, 

That  sweet  old  word  "good-bye." 

Cho. — That  sweet  old  word  "good-bye," 

But  give  to  me,  when  loved  ones  part, 
That  sweet  old  word  '  'good-bye. ' ' 

Farewell,  farewell  may  do  for  gay, 

When  pleasure's  throng  is  nigh, 
But  give  to  me  that  better  word 

That  comes  from  the  heart,  "good-bye." 

Adieu,  adieu,  we  hear  it  oft 

With  a  tear,  perhaps  with  a  sigh, 
But  the  heart  feels  most  when  the  lips  move  not 

And  the  eye  speaks  the  gentle  "good-bye." 

Farewell,  farewell  is  never  heard  , 

When  the  tear  's  in  the  mother's  eye, 

Adieu,  adieu,  she  speaks  it  not, 

But,  my  love,  "good-bye,"  "good-bye." 


56    WORK,  FOR  THE  NIGHT  IS  COniNG. 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Work  through  the  morning  hours, 
Work  while  the  dew  is  sparkling, 

Work  'mid  springing  flowers  ; 
*         Work  when  the  day  grows  brighter, 

Work  in  the  glowing  sun, 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man's  work  is  done. 


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Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Work  through  the  sunny  noon  ; 
Full  brightest  hours  with  labor, 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon 
Give  every  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store  ; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies  ; 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing, 

Work,  for  the  daylight  flies  : 
Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more, 
Work,  while  the  night  is  dark'ning, 

When  man's  work  is  over. 


57  MARYLAND. 

The  despot's  heel  is  on  thy  shore, 
Maryland  !  my  Maryland  ! 

His  touch  is  at  thy  temple  door, 
Maryland  ;  my  Maryland  ! 

Avenge  the  patriotic  gore 

That  flecked  the  streets  of  Baltimore, 

And  be  the  battle  queen  of  yore, 
Maryland  !  my  Maryland  ! 

Dear  mother  !  burst  the  tyrant's  chain, 
Maryland  I  my  Maryland  ! 

Virginia  should  not  call  in  vain, 
Maryland  !  my  Maryland  ! 

She  meets  her  sisters  on  the  plain  ; 

"  Sic  semper,"  'tis  the  fond  refrain 

That  baffles  millions  back  g.main, 
Maryland  !  my  Maryland  ! 


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I  hear  the  distant  thunder  hum, 

Maryland  !  my  Maryland  ! 
The  Old'  Line's  bugle,  fife  and  drum, 

Maryland  !  my  Maryland  ! 
She  is  not  dead,  nor  deaf,  nor  dumb, 
Huzza  !  she  spurns  the  Northern  scum, 
She  breathes, — she  burns,  she'll  come,  she'll  come 

Maryland  I  my  Maryland  ! 


A,  B,  C. 

The  A,  B,  C,  is  pleasant  to  me, 

I'm  learning  all  the. day, 
Whene'er  I  look  on  the  page  of  a  book 

I  can  see  but  A,  B,  C. 

Cho.— A,  B,  C,  D,  E,  F,  G, 

H,  I,  J,  K,  L,  M,  N,  O,  P, 
And  down  to  X,  Y,  Z. 

If  I  can  fix  these  marks  twenty-six 

In  my  careless  little  head, 
I'll  read  every  book  as  soon  as  I  look, 

At  the  letters  o'er  it  spread. 

I  now  will  learn  them  all  in  their  turn, 

The  letters  large  and  small, 
For  how  can  I  spell  or  pronounce  them  well 

Till  I  have  learned  them  all. 

The  bees  and  flies  have  bright  little  eyes, 

But  they  cannot  read  like  me  : 
They  crawl  on  the  book  and  seem  to  look, 

But  they  don't  know  A,  B,  C. 


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59  ONWARD. 

"  Onward,  onward,  ever  onward," 

Is  the  nation's  cry  ; 
"  Freedom's  cause  will  never  languish," 

One  and  all  reply. 

Cho. — Shout  aloud  the  joyful  chorus 
To  the  land  we  love, 
For  who  loveth  not  his  country 
Must  unfaithful  prove. 

Onward,  onward,  land  we  cherish, 

Bound  by  union's  tie, 
May  the  banner  waving  o'er  us 

Ever  float  on  high. 

Onward,  let  our  noble  country 

Ever  lead  the  van, 
Trusting  in  the  God  of  nations 

For  the  guiding1  hand. 


60  THE  SCHOOL. 

To  our  school,  happy  school,  we  will  go, 
To  our  books  and  slates,  haste  away  ; 

And  in  school  all  our  time  well  employ, 
Never  leaving  to  idle  or  play. 

Chorus. 

To  our  school  we  will  go, 
Though  the  wind  and  the  storm  may  be  near, 

To  our  school  we  will  go, 
-Tis  the  home  of  our  childhood  so  dear. 

To  our  school,  pleasant  school,  we  will  go, 
And  in  youth  every  moment  employ, 


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To  improve  mind  and  heart  we  will  try,   . 
And  onr  life  will  be  pleasure  and  joy. 

To  our  school,  pleasant  school,  we  will  go, 
Where  are  friendships  that  never  shall  fade, 

Where  are  hopes  that  are  tender  and  pure, 
Bursting  forth  into  life  newly  made. 


61  GAY  AND  HAPPY. 

We're  the  school  that's  gay  and  happy, 
In  our  places  always  found  ; 

When  the  bell  rings  out  its  welcome, 
'Tis  to  me  a  merry  sound. 

Cho. — So  let  our  playmates  roam  as  they  will, 
Here  we  will  lie  happy  still, 
Reading,  spelling,  playing,  singing, 
We'll  be  gay  and  happy  still. 

If  we  only  do  our  duty, 

Faithful  follow  every  rule, 
Then  we  shall  be  glad  and  happy 

In  our  ever  pleasant  school. 

L,et  us  ever,  as  true  scholars, 
Mind  the  lessons  we  are  taught, 

None  but  idle,  disobedient, 
In  the  dunce's  seat  are  caught. 

62  SHERMAN. 

Hail,  glorious  chief,  the  country's  pride, 

For  victory  follows  thee  : 
Thy  fame  is  spreading  far  and  wide, 

Great  chieftain  of  the  free, 
The  bravest  army  in  the  world. 


Is  being  led  by  yon. 
While  freedom's  banner  is  nnfutiedy 

By  trie  bonnie  boys  in  blue.  ' 

Cho. — O,  General  Sherman,  O, 
O,  General  Sherman,  O, 
The  boys  in  blue  will  fight  with  yon, 
O,  General  Sherman,  O. 

On  Shiloh's  bloody  battle-field 

He  met  Old  Beauregard  : 
Who  found  that  Sherman  would  not  yield, 

And  he  took  it  very  hard. 
He'd  water  his  horse  in  the  Tennessee, 

That's  what  he  said  he'd  do, 
But  Billy  Sherman  got  in  the  way, 

With  the  bonnie  boys  in  blue. 

And  when  the  rebels  of  Vicksburg's  height*,, 

Were  all  corralled  by  Grant, 
Joe  Johnston  thought  he'd  give  us  fits, 

But  Sherman  said  you  can't. 
Joe  Johnston  found  there  were  some  things 

That  he  could  never  do, 
He  has  to  run  when  Sherman  brings 

His  bonnie  boys  in  blue. 

On  Mission  Ridge  he  met  the  foe, 

With  Thomas  and  with  Grant, 
And  on  that  glorious  field  you  know, 

Our  banners  they  did  plant. 
Old  Bragg  and  all  his  army  fled, 

What  else  could  Braxton  do, 
When  Grant  and  Sherman  nobly  led 

The  bonnie  boys  in  blue. 

Atlanta  next  was  Sherman's  aim, 
Though  Dalton  blocked  the  way. 


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But  flanking  was  the  kind  of  game 
That  Sherman  knew  would  pay. 

Joe  Johnston  found  that  to  retreat 
Was  all  the  way  to  do, 

For  it  was  dangerous  to  meet 
The  bonnie  boys  in  blue. 

From  Dalton  down  to  Tennessee, 

Joe  Johnston  did  retreat, 
From  there  he  found  he  must  withdraw 

Or  meet  a  sore  defeat. 
Says  Hood  I'll  try  the  flanking  game, 

But  he  did'nt  make  it  pay, 
While  Thomas  brought  Old  Hood  to  shame, 

Sherman  went  his  way. 


63  COLUMBIA. 

AIR-"Aidd  Lang  Syne," 
Columbia,  my  native  home, 
If  e'er  my  fate  should  be 
In  foreign  lands  to  toil  or  roam, 
My  heart  will  cling  to  thee. 

Columbia  !  O  how  I  prize 
Thee,  native  laud  of  mine, 

Italia' s  blue  and  sunny  skies 
Are  not  more  bright  than  thine. 

Columbia,  no  other  land 
Is  half  so  good,  so  free  : 

Tho'  diadems  may  them  command, 
Thy  laurel  wreaths  for  me. 

Columbia,  where'er  I  go, 

My  heart  will  ever  be, 
Thro'  joy  or  grief,  thro'  weal  or  woe, 

My  native  land  with  thee. 


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64  MARCHING  ALONG. 

The  children  are  gath'ing  from  near  and  from  far, 
The  trumpet  is  sounding  the  call  for  the  war, 

The  conflict  is  raging,  'twill  be  fearful  and  long, 
We'll  gird  on  our  armor,  and  be  marching  along. 

Chorus. 

Marching  along,  we  are  marching  along, 
Gird  on  the  armor  and  be  marching  along, 

The  conflict  is  raging,  'twill  be  fearful  and  long, 
Then  gird  on  the  armor  and  be  marching  along. 

The  foe  is  before  us  in  battle  array, 

But  let  us  not  waver,  not  turn  from  the  way, 

The  Lord  is  our  strength,  be  this  ever  our  song, 
With  courage  and  faith  we  are  marching  along. 

Thro'  conflicts  and  trials  our  crowns  we  must  win, 
For  here  we  contend  'gainst  temptation  and  sin  ; 

But  one  thing  assures  us,  we  cannot  go  wrong, 
If  trusting  our  Savior  while  marching  along. 


65         A  CHARGE  TO  KEEP  I  HAVE. 

S.    M. 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  gloryfy  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill ; 
O  may  it  all  my  pow'rs  engage 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 

Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  Thy  sight  to  live, 


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And  O,  Thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give.   / 

Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  Thyself  rely  : 
Assur'd  If  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die. 


66  ALAS !  AND  DID  HY  SAVIOR  BLEED. 

C.    M. 

Alas !  and  did  my  Savior  bleed, 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 

Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

Thy  body  slain,  dear  Jesus,  Thine, 
And  bathed  in  its  own  blood, 

While  all  exposed  to  wrath  divine, 
The  glorious  sufferer  stood. 

Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 

And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide. 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 

For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

67  AM  I  A  SOLDIER  OF  THE  CROSS. 

C.    M, 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  His  name? 


5* 


Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 

And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas? 

Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 

To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord ! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 

Supported  by  Thy  word. 


68  ASLEEP  IN  JESUS !  BLESSED  SLEEP. 

iv.  : 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep  ! 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep  ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  the  hour 
Which  manifests  the  Savior's  power. 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  O,  for  me 

May  snch  a  blissful  refuge  be  ; 

Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  Thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  ; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 


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69  BEFORE  JEHOVAH'S  AWFUL  THRONE. 

I*    M. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create,  and  He  destroy. 

His  sov'reign  pow'r  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay  and  forni'd  us  men  ; 

And  when  like  wand' ring  sheep  we  stray 'd,, 
He  brought  us  to  His  fold  again. 

We  are  His  people,  we  His  care, 
.  Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  Thy  name  ! 

We'll  crowd  Thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise  ; 

And  earth  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues 
Shall  fill  Thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

70  BLEST  BE  THE  TIE  THAT  BINDS. 

S.    M. 
Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ! 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 

Is  like  to  that  above. 

Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one — 

Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 

The  sympathizing  tear. 


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When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 

And  hope  to  meet  again. 

COME,  HOLY  SPIRIT,  HEAVENLY 
DOVE. 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  Thy  quickening  powers, 

Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  : 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

In  vain  we  tune  our  form*al  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 

And  our  devotion  dies. 

Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ; 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  Thee, 

And  Thine  to  us  so  great  ? 


c. 


DISMISS  US  WITH  THY  BLESSING, 
LORD. 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  Thy  truth  within  us  live, 


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Though  we  are  guilty,  Thou  art  good  ; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood  : 
Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

73      FROn  GREENLAND'S  ICY  MOUN- 
TAINS. 

8s  and  7s,  double. 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand  ; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver. 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

What,  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high  ; 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  O,  Salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  His  story, 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 


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Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


GENTLE  JESUS,  HEEK  AND  HILD. 

7s. 
Gentle  Jesus,  meek  and  mild, 
Look  upon  a  little  child ; 
Pity  my  simplicity ; 
Suffer  me  to  come  to  Thee. 

Fain  I  would  to  Thee  be  brought ; 
Gracious  God,  forbid  it  not ; 
In  the  kingdom  of  Thy  grace 
Give  a  little  child  a  place. 

0  supply  my  every  want, 
Feed  the  young  and  tender  plant ; 
Day  and  night  my  Keepex-  be, 
Every  moment  watch  round  me. 


75  GUIDE  ME,  CT  THOU  GREAT  JEHOVAH. 

8s,  7s  and  4s. 
Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand  : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow, 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 


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Lead  me  all  ray  journey  through  ; 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  Thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  : 

Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 


76   HARK,  THE  GLAD  SOUND !  THE 
SAVIOR  COMES. 

C.    M. 
Hark,  the  glad  sound  !  the  Savior  comes. 

The  Savior  promis'd  long  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 

And  ev'ry  voice  a  song. 

On  Him  the  Spirit  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  its  sacred  fire  : 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 

His  holy  breast  inspire. 

He  comes  the  pris'ners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  Him  burst, 

The  iron  fetters  yield. 

He  comes  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray, 
And  on  the  eyeballs  of  the  blind 

To  pour  celestial  day. 


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HARK !  WHAT  HEAN  THOSE  HOLY 
VOICES. 

8s  and  7s. 
Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies, 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices, 

Heav'nly  hallelujahs  rise. 

Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  ih  hymns  of  joy  ; 

"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  i 

"  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  from  heav'n, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 
Souls  redeem'd,  and  sins  forgiven, 

Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4 '  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed, 
Heav'n  and  earth  his  praises  sing  I 

O  receive  whom  God  appointed 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ! 

"  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  Him, 
Learn  His  name,  and  taste  His  joy, 

Till  in  heav'n  ye  sing  before  Him, 
' '  Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! " 

HARK !  THE  HERALD  ANGELS  SING. 

7a 

Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled. 

Joyful,  all  ye  nations  rise, 
Join  the  trinmphs  of  the  skies ; 


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Hail  the  new-born  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Hail  the  Son  of  Righteousness  ! 

Mild  He  lays  His  glories  by  ; 
Born  that  men  no  more  might  die  ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

Come  !  Desire  of  Nations  !  come, 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  home  : 
Thou,  the  woman's  promised  Seed, 
Bruise  in  us  the  serpent's  head. 


79    HOW  SWEET  THE  NAHE  OF  JESUS 
SOUNDS. 

C.    M. 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 

And  drives  away  his  fear. 

It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

Dear  name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 
My  never-failing  U^asury,  fill'd 

With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

Jesus  !  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 


So         1  LOVE  THY  KINGDOM,  LORD. 

S.    M. 
I  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  Thine  abode  ; 
The  Church  our  blest  Redeemer  sav'd 

With  his  own  precious  blood. 

I  love  Thy  church,  O  God  ! 

Her  walls  before  Thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  Thine  eye, 

And  graven  on  Thy  hand. 

If  e'er  to  bless  Thy  sons, 

My  voice  or  hands  deny, 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsaken. 

This  voice  in  silence  die. 

If  e'er  my  heart  forget 

Her  welfare  or  her  woe, 
Let  ev'ry  joy  this  heart  forsake 

And  ev'ry  grief  o'erflow. 


81    I  LOVE  TO  STEAL  AWHILE  AWAY. 

C.    M. 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  ev'ry  cumb'ring  care, 

And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  pray'r. 

I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 

Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 
And  future  good  implore, 


6f 


And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 

I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heav'n  ; 

The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driv'n. 


JERUSALEH,  MY  HAPPY  HOIIE. 

C.    M. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee? 

When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 

And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

O  !  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  Thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats,  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 

I  onward  press  to  you. 


LORD,  DISMISS  US  WITH  THY 
BLESSING. 

8s,  7s,  and  4s. 
Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  an?l  peace ; 
Let  us  each',  Thy  love  possessing, 


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Triumph  in  redeeming  grace ; 
O  refresh  us! 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 

May  the  fruits  of  Thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 
May  Thy  presence 

With  us  evermore  be  found  ! 

So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away  ; 

Borne  on  angels  wings  to  heav'n, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumb'rous  clay. 
May  we  ready 

Rise,  and  reign  in  endless  day  ! 


84       MY  FAITH  LOOKS  UP  TO  THEE. 

6s  and  4s. 
My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Savior  divine : 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away ; 
O  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  Thine. 

May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O  may  my  love  to  Thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be — 

A  living  fire. 

While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  aromid  me  spread, 


Be  Thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 

When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Savior,  then  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove, 
O  bear  me  safe  above — 

A  ransomed  soul. 


C. 


85    ON  JORDAN'S  STORHY  BANKS  I 
STAND. 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 

O,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 

And  rivers  of  delight ! 

There  generous  fruits  that  never  fall, 

On  trees  immortal  grow  ; 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vales, 

With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God,  the  Son,  forever  reigns, 

And  scatters  night  away. 


64 


66  O  FOR  A  THOUSAND  TONGUES  TO 
SING. 


O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise, — 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace. 

My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 

The  honors  of  Thy  Name. 

Jesus  !  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 

'Tis  music  in  a  sinner's  ears  ; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin  ; 

He  sets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 

His  blood  availed  for  me. 


C.  M 


0  MOTHER  DEAR,  JERUSALfl. 


C.    M. 


O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem, 
When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 

When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

Jerusalem  the  city  is 

Of  God  our  King  alone  ; 
The  Lamb  of  God,  its  light  and  bliss, 

Sits  on  His  glorious  throne. 

O  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints  ! 
O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 


65 

In  thee  no  sorrow  may  be  found — 
No  grief,  no  care,  no  toil. 

No  dimming  clouds  o'ershadow  thee, 
No  dull  or  darksome  night ; 

For  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 
And  God  himself  gives  light. 


THERE  IS  A  FOUNTAIN  FILL'D 
WITH   BLOOD. 

c. 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 

And  sinners,  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains.     , 

The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 

Washed  all  my  sins  away. 

Dear  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  pow'r, 
Till  all  the  ransom 'd  Church  of  God 

Be  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more. 

E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  shall  be — till  I  die. 

Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song 

I'll  sing  Thy  pow'r  to  save  ; 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


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89      SAVIOR,  WHEN  IN  DUST  TO  THEE. 

7s,  double 
Savior,  when  in  dust  to  Thee, 
Low  we  bend  the  adoring  knee  ; 
When  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
O,  by  all  Thy  pains  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  Thy  throne  on  high. 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

By  Thy  helpless  infant  years, 
By  Thy  life  of  want  and  tears, 
By  Thy  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  savage  wilderness  ; 
By  the  dread  mysterious  hour 
Of  the  insulting  tempter's  power  ; 
Turn,  O  turn  a  favoring  eye, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

By  Thine  hour  of  dire  despair, 
By  Thine  agony  of  prayer  ; 
By  the  cross,  the  nail,-  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  the  torturing  scorn  ; 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice  ; 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

90        WATCHHAN  !   TELL  US  OF  THE 
NIGHT. 

7s,  8  lines. 
Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ? 
Trav'ller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 


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Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray- 
Aught  of  hope  or  joy  fortell  ? 

Trav'ller  !  yes  :  it  brings  the  day, — 
Proniis'd  day  of  Israel. 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night ! 

Higher  }^et  that  star  ascends  : 
Trav'ller  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends ! 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Trav'ller  !  ages  are  its  own, 

See  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn  : 
Trav'ller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wand 'rings  cease  : 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home  : 
Trav'ller  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

ho  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

91  WHEN  I  CAN  READ  HY  TITLE 

CLEAR. 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  hellish  darts  behurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 


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Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
And  storms  of  sorrow  fall  ; 

May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all.| 

There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


02       ABIDE  WITH  ME !   FAST  FALLS 
THE  EVENTIDE. 

ios. 

Abide  with  me !  fast  falls  the  eventide  ; 
The  darkness  deepens  :   Lord,  with  me  abide ! 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O  abide  with  me  ! 

Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day  ; 
Earth's  jo}-s  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away  ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see  ; 
O  Thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me  ! 

Not  a  brief  glance  I  beg,  a  passing  word, 
But  as  Thou  dwell'st,  with  Thy  disciples,  Lord, 
familiar,  condescending,  patient,  free, 
Come,  not  to  sojourn,  but  abide  with  me. 

Come  not  in  terrors  as  the  King  of  kings, 
But  kind  and  good,  with  healing  on  Thy  wings ; 
Tears  for  all  woes,  a  heart  for  every  plea ; 
O  Friend  of  sinners,  thus  abide  with  me  ! 

93    A  MIGHTY  FORTRESS  IS  OUR  GOD. 

8,  7,  5,  6,  7. 

A  Mighty  Fortress  is  our  God, 
A  trusty  Shield  and  Weapon, 


09 

He  helps  us  free  from  every  need 
That  hath  us  now  o'ertaken. 
The  old  bitter  foe 
Means  us  deadly  woe  : 
Deep  guile  and  great  might 
Are  his  dread  arms  in  fight, 
On  earth  is  not  his  equal. 

With  might  of  ours  can  naught  be  done, 

Soon  were  our  laws  effected  ; 
But  for  us  fights  the  Valiant  One 
Whom  God  himself  elected. 
Ask  ye,  Who  is  this  ? 
Jesus  Christ  it  is, 
Of  Sabaoth  Lord, 
And  there's  none  other  God, 
He  holds  the  field  for  ever. 

Though  devils  all  the  world  should  fill, 

All  watching  to  devour  us, 

We  tremble  not,  we  fear  no  ill, 

They  cannot  overpower  us. 

This  world's  prince  may  still 
Scowl  fierce  as  he  will, 
He  can  harm  us  none, 
He's  judged,  the  deed  is  done, 
One  little  word  o'erthrows  him. 

The  Word  they  still  shall  let  remain, 

And  not  a  thank  have  for  it, 
He's  by  our  side  upon  the  plain, 
With  his  good  gifts  and  Spirit. 
Take  they  then  our  life, 
Goods,  fame,  child  and  wife  ; 
When  their  worst  is  done, 
They  yet  have  nothing  won, 
The  Kingdom  ours  remaineth. 


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70 

HOW  PRECIOUS  IS  THE  BOOK 
DIVINE. 

How  precious  is  the  Book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given  ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 

To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 

And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

This  Lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 

Of  an  eternal  day. 

05  JESUS !   NAME  OF  WONDROUS  LOVE. 

Jesus  !  Name  of  wondrous  love, 
Name  all  other  names  above  ! 
Name  at  which  most  every  knee 
Bow  in  deep  humility. 

Jesus  !  Name  of  priceless  worth 
To  the  fallen  sons  of  earth, 
For  the  promise  that  it  gave — 
"Jesus  shall  his  people  save." 

Jesus  !  Name  of  mercy  mild, 
Given  to  the  Holy  Child, 
When  the  cup  of  human  woe 
.  First  He  tasted  here  below. 

Jesus!  Only  Name  that's  given 
,  Under  all  the  mighty  heaven, 


7& 


7i 

Whereby  man,  to  sin  enslaved, 
Bursts  his  fetters,  and  is  saved. 

Jesus !  Name  of  wondrous  Love  ! 
Human  Name  of  Him  above  ! 
Pleading  only  this  we  flee, 
Helpless,  O  our  God,  to  Thee. 


96      ROCK  OF  AGES,  CLEFT  FOR  I1E. 

7s,  6  lines. 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ! 
Let  the  Water  and  the  Blood, 
From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure, 
Save  me,  Lord,  and  make  me  pure. 

Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfill  Thy  Law's  demands  : 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  : 
Thou  must  save  and  Thou  alone  ! 

Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  Thy  Cross  I  cling  ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress  ; 
Helpless  look  to  Thee  for  grace  ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  fly  ; 
Wash  me,  Savior,  or  I  die  ! 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ! 


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47  SAFELY  THROUGH  ANOTHER  WEEK. 

7s,  6 
Safely  through  another  week, 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way  : 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day  ; 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

Mercies  multiplied  each  hour 

Through  the  week,  our  praise  demand  ; 
Guarded  by  Thy  mighty  power, 

Fed  and  guided  by  Thy  hand  ; 
Though  ungrateful  we  have  been, 
Only  made  returns  of  sin. 

While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace, 
Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 

Show  Thy  reconciling  face, 
Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  : 

From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 

May  we  rest  this  day  in  Thee. 

Here  we're  come,  Thy  name  to  praise ; 

Let  us  feel  Thy  presence  near  : 
May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  Thy  house  appear  ; 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 


98    THINE  FOR  EVER !  GOD  OF  LOVE. 

7s 

Thine  for  ever  !  God  of  love, 
Hear  us  from  Thy  throne  above  ; 
Thine  for  ever  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternitv. 


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Thine  for  ever  !  Lord  of  Life, 
Shield  us  through  our  earthly  strife  t 
Thou,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

Thine  for  ever  !  O  how  blest 
They  who  find  in  Thee  their  rest ; 
Savior,  Guardian,  heavenly, Friend, 
O  defend  us  to  the  end. 

Thine  for  ever  !  Savior,  keep 
These  Thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep  ; 
Safe  alone  beneath  Thy  care 
Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share. 


99     WHEN  JESUS  DWELT  IN  MORTAL 
CLAY. 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  His  works  from  day  to  day 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race  ? 

Teach  us,  O  Lord  !  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  Thy  steps  persue. 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 


ioo  DOXOLOGY. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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Additional  Patriotic  Songs. 


THE  STAR-SPANGLED  BANNER. 

Oh  say,  can  you  see  by  the  dawn's  early   light, 
What  so  proudly  we  hail'd  at  the  twilight's  last 

gleaming, 
Whose  broad  stripes  and   bright  stars   thro'    the 

perilous  fight, 
O'er  the  ramparts  we  watch'd,  were  so  gallantly 

streaming, 
And  the  rocket's  red  glare,  the    bombs  bursting  in 

air, 
Gave  proof  thro'  the  night  that  our  flag  was  still 

there  ; 
Oh  say,  does  the  star-spangled  banner  yet  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave? 

On  the  shore  dimly  seen  through  the  mists   of  the 

deep, 
Where  the  foe's  haughty  host  in   dread   silence 

reposes, 
What  is  that  which  the   breeze   o'er   the  towering 

steep, 
As  it  fitfully  blows,  half  conceals,  half  discloses  ; 
Now  it  catches  the  gleam   of  the    morning's   first 

beam, 
In  full  glory  reflected,  now  shines  on  the  stream  ! 
'Tis  the  star-spangled  banner,    oh  long  may  it 

wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave  ! 

Oh  thus  be  it  ever,  when  freeman  shall  stand 
Between  their  loved  home  and  foul  war's  desola- 
tion ; 


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Blest  with  vict'ry  and  peace    may   the   heav'n-res- 

cued  land 
Praise  the  power  that  hath  made  and   preserved 

us  a  nation  ; 
Then  conquer  we  must,  when  our  cause  is  so  just, 
And  this  be  our  motto — "in  god  is  our  Trust  ;" 
And  the  star-spangled  banner  in  triumph  shall 

wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave  ! 


MARCHING  THROUGH  GEORGIA. 

Bring  the  good  old  bugle,  boys,  we'll  sing  another 

song — 
Sing  it  with  a  spirit  that  will  start  the  world  along— 
Sing  it  as  we  used  to  sing  it,  fifty  thousand  strong, 
While  we  were  marching  through  Georgia. 

Cho.— "Hurrah  !  Hurrah  !  wearing  the  jubilee  ! 
Hurrah  !  Hurrah  !  the  flag  that  makes  you 

free  !" 
So  we  sang  the  chorus  from  Atlanta  to  the 

sea, 
While  we  were  marching  through  Georgia. 

How  the  darkies  shouted  when  they  heard  the  joy- 
ful sound  ! 

How  the  turkeys  gobbled  which  our  commissary 
found  ! 

How  the  sweet  potatoes  even  started  from  the 
ground, 

While  we  were  marching  through  Georgia. 

Yes,  and  there  were  Union  men  who  wept  with  joy- 
ful tears, 

When  they  saw  the  honored  flag  they  had  not 
seen  for  years  ; 


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Hardly  could  they  be  restrained  from  breaking 

forth  in  cheers, 
While  we  were  marching  through  Georgia. 

"Sherman's  dashing  Yankee  boys  will  never  reach 

the  coast !" 
So  the  saucy  rebels  said,    and   'twas  a  handsome 

boast,  . 

Had  they  not  forgot,  alas,  to  reckon  with  the  host, 
While  we  were  marching  through  Georgia. 

So  we  made  a  thoroughfare   for  freedom  and  her 

train, 
Sixty  miles  in    latitude — three    hundred    to    the 

main  ; 
Treason  fled  before  us,  for  resistance  was  in  vain. 


lrea 
Whi 


hile  we  were  marching  through  Georgia. 


Index  of  First  Lines. 


NO. 


A  rosy  crown  we  twine  for  thee 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  Name  .  • 
A  charge  to  keep  I  have     . 
Alas  !  and  did  my  Savior  bleed 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 
Asleep  in  Jesus !    blessed  sleep 
Abide  with  me  !  fast  falls  the  eventide 
A  mighty  Fortress  is  our  God 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 

Come,  cheerful  companions 
Children  go,  to  and  fro     . 
Come,  come,  come      .... 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 
Columbia,  my  native  home 

Down  the  stream  so  cheerily 

Deck  the  hall  with  boughs  of  holly     . 

Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord 

Flow  gently,  sweet  Afton    . 
Farewell,  farewell,  is  a  lonely  sound 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 

God  bless  our  native  land 
Gentle  Jesus,  meek  and  mild   . 
Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah  . 


Home,  sweet  home    .... 

Home,  can  I  forget  thee 

Hop,  hop,  hop  !  nimble  as  a  top 

Hail !  glorious  chief,  the  country's  pride 

Hark,  the  glad  sound  !  the  Savior  comes 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices 

Hark !  the  herald  angels  sing     . 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine 

I've  reached  the  land  of  corn  and  wine 

if  a  body  finds  a  lesson  .... 

in  flakes  of  a  feathery  white 

I've  traveled  about  a  bit  in  my  time 

in  the  prison  cell  I  sit        .         . 

i  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord 

i  love  to  steal  awhile  away 

Just  before  the  battle,  mother 
Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 
Jesus!  lover  of  my  soul 
Jesus !  Name  of  wondrous  love 

Keep  working,  'tis  wiser  than  sitting  aside 

Life  let  us  cherish  .* 

Lightly  row !  Lightly  row 
Little  drops  of  water  .... 
Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee 

Mine  eyes  have  seen  the  glory  of  the  coming 

of  the  Lord   .... 
My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee 

Nearer,  my  God  to  Thee        ... 

Our  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  Thy  name 


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Over  an  ocean  of  beautiful  snow     . 

O  come,  come  away 

Old  Christinas  came  with  ancient  fame 
Oh,  Columbia,  the  i  em  of  the  ocean 
O  the  little  busy  bee         .... 
Our  youthful  hearts  for  learning  burn 
Oh,  the  sports  of  childhood     . 
Onward,  onward,  ever  onward  . 
On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand 
O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river 
Sparkling  and  bright  in  its  liquid  light 
Soft,  soft  music  is  stealing         , 
Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot 
Sweet  hour  of  prayer         .  . , 

Safely  through  another  week 
Savior,  when  in  dust  to  Thee     .         . 

There  is  beauty  in  the  skies  at  evening 

The  golden  rule,  the  golden  rule 

There  dwelt  a  miller  hale  and  bold 

Twilight  is  stealing  over  the  sea 

The  morn  was  fair,  the  skies  were  clear 

Twinkle,  twinkle,  little  star 

There  is  a  happy  land     .... 

Thine  forever !  God  of  love 

The  shades  of  night  were  falling  fast 

The  strawberries  grow  in  the  mowing,    Mill 

May 

The  despot's  heel  is  on  thy  shore   . 
The  A,  B,   C,  is  pleasant  to  me 


To  our  school,  happy  school,  we  will  go         .  60 
The  children  are  gathering  from  near  and  from 

'-   far 64 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood       .         .  88 

When  early  morning's  ruddy  light     .  .24 

Wake,  wake  the  morning         .      ^   -         .         .  31 

When  the  green  leaves  come  again,  my  love     .  49 

Way  down  upon  the  Swanee  river         .         .  50 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming         .         .         .  56 

We're  the  school  that's  gay  and  happy         .  61 

Weep  for  the  fallen 18 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night      ...  90 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear        .         .         .  91 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay    ...  99 

Ye  banks  and  braes  of  bonnie  Doon  .        .        .33 


